- Cowardice Spoke in Tamale The quiescence of a usual day drew breath from wonted bustle, and so in quietude did, until when it fell, loud and dear. A clatter of fire riddled the air. And cowardice spoke in knightly word. Just sordid. A soul submitted in bloody cuddle; such too, an aging Tamale afternoon must weigh. Bullets raced and won - the one against the other. It was the brave that bolted in solemn fear. Remnant urbanites strayed, and benighted word spread. For the very breeze sobbed of dense murmur. Breathing eyes hailed a lifeless one, with no shudder; cheering and delighting anothers misdeed. Dead. Nearing an unholy height; shyly queer. And it was a brother. Laden with defunct bother. Another kinsman, another Tamalian, yet another scapegoat, methinks. Braided in sweltering dominion, another gloom lures Tamale to brinks. ------------------------------------------ Saeed A.-G __ 11-03-14 (Tamale)
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 05:16:44 +0000
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